When Dean's eyes opened, he was back in the white room. Castiel was slumped against him, foreheads touching, arms clasped together, damned near cuddling. Taking a deep breath, he shook Castiel's arm gently, and beheld his blue eyes opening. He smiled gently at Dean, breathing shakily. "I'll be okay Dean. I haven't thought about them in a long time. Andriel, we spoke in there too, so mark down both tests as a success."
"Castiel, it looked like you interfered." He leaned back, shaking his head.
"I didn't interfere. He was in my head, Andriel; you know I would not compromise something like this." Andriel's mouth set in a hard line, but he wrote in the notepad anyway, no doubt noting something unsavoury. Dean looked back to Castiel, and rubbed his hand in small circles on his back, hoping to get him feeling a little better. Seeing Cas physically deflate led Dean to believe it was working somewhat. But he needed to know, so he placed his other hand on Cas' cheek, and thought really hard.
"Cas? How are you?" Castiel stiffened, and locked eyes with Dean. "Cas, can you hear me?"
"Yes, I can. Dean how are you doing this?"
"To be honest, I just thought about it." Dean smirked, proud that he was surprising everyone with how easy this was. Castiel must have picked up on that, because Dean felt a gentle shove to go along with the easy smile that graced his lips. "I'm just glad that you are feeling better."
"I'm glad too Dean. You know with practice we can do this without touching?"
"Well that will be a bit better than praying whenever I need you." Castiel shoved gently again, and Dean scooted backward, helping the both of them stand. "Alright Andriel, what's next?"
"Voice projection. I'll be showing you some clips, and you need to talk exactly like them. Take on their voice. Do you understand?" Dean nodded. It was like doing impressions. That seemed simple enough. He had practice in this. He'd had to find a way to amuse Sam all those years ago in the back of the Impala on those long drives, after all.
The first voice was that of his father's. Easy. He had mastered that one as almost one of the first ones he ever did - after Mickey Mouse, that is. Dean had taken to mimicking him so often, he could call whichever school he was at, and bail that day. After hearing it only once, he parroted it back.
Castiel smiled and it only encouraged Dean to continue.
The second voice was harder for Dean, as he had never really heard it before, so it was all new to his ears. It was earthy, and gravelly, light and deep at the same time. He had to have them play it a few times before he tried it, but he figured he did well enough when he glanced over to see and impressed look on Castiel, and even Andriel's face.
It was the third one that would be Dean's undoing. It was a voice that was right on the edge of memory and one that affected him in the most disturbing way. It made him warm, deep in his navel, spreading through his entire body. He couldn't place where he had heard it nor why it was so familiar, but it was. And it was deep in his bones. It was light, lilting and sounded almost like singing, but at the same time it reverberated deep within his soul.
Once he had also parroted that one back, he turned to his audience. The faces he was met with were ones of shock and awe. Dean's nape prickled, and he fought the urge to blush.
"How did I do?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his neck in a holdover from his time spent as a human.
"I would say very well, Dean," Castiel managed to whisper out.
"Then why are you two looking at me like that?" Dean frowned, fearing he would never understand angels.
"That last voice?" Cas waited for Dean to acknowledge him. When he did, Cas continued. "It was in Enochian, Dean. You spoke in Enochian."
Dean blanched, and by the look on Castiel's face, everyone could see. "I spoke Enochian? How do I speak a language I barely know, let alone hear?" Dean's eyes flicked between Andriel and Castiel, who just shrugged, and barely covered his concern. He had thought he was doing so well, too. But then he saw, just a millisecond, a flash of pride, and Dean's heart swelled with…
What the fuck? No, Dean Winchester did not love Castiel. Refused, even. He wasn't even gay or anything.
Breathing deeply, and ignoring Castiel's confused look, Dean turned to Andriel. "Alright, let's forget that I don't even know Enochian and managed to nail that test and move on. What's next?"
"Well, it's only going to get harder, so now would be a good time to rest your Grace. Castiel, he has 3 days to be back here, understand?" Castiel nodded sagely, and motioned to Dean.
He and Cas stood back in the bunker once more. Castiel stepped forward, right into Dean's personal bubble. "You mastered those tests quite well. I am very proud of you."
Was it just Dean, or was the sexual tension suddenly very strong? On second thoughts, why did he even think that?
"Uhh, right. Awesome. So, uh, I think I'm gonna go take a bath. I...I need to just soak. Wash this day off of me. Go update Sammy, or...something." And without even waiting for an answer, Dean turned on his heels and walked down the corridor, heading straight for his personal bathroom. Within five minutes he had stripped down and run a piping hot spa bath. Every muscle screamed at him as he sank into the large tub, but he ignored it, the water would help.
For some reason, Dean found himself thinking back on his feelings, noticing he was lapsing into old habits by denying that he felt at all. He had to stop lying to himself, his feelings for Castiel ran far deeper than he was even aware of, and it had him worried. Was he gay? Could you even be gay with an angel? After all, he was technically that big-ass monster looking beauty that he saw earlier. And it wasn't like angels had genders, per se. It was more the vessel - and he was pretty sure his attraction wasn't solely based on the vessel. And that was sure-as-hell wasn't something he really wanted to think about while he was being honest with himself.
So many questions ran through Dean's head, but the one thing that kept coming up was Castiel and the feelings that he had for him. He sighed, so wound up and tense, and decided to stop thinking. Except, he couldn't stop thinking, at least not about that damned rogue angel, Castiel. The remnants of the sexual tension had Dean thinking of the one time he had seen Cas naked. Lean but muscular, more like a runner or an athlete than the accountant he looked to be with that tan trenchcoat and perfectly cut suit. His soft tanned skin, big blue eyes…
He had no idea when he started stroking himself, but Dean was not enough in denial with himself that he would stop anytime soon. He just leaned back and tried imagining what it would be like to muss that head of dark hair up, run his fingers up and down Castiel's skin, the feeling of Cas' tongue against his. 'Ah shit...' His stroking ran faster, he squeezed harder, it felt so good. 'Ah Cas…'
A flutter of wings, heat rising in his cheeks, his hand stilled.
"Oh. Dean, I thought you called me. I didn't… Are you…?" Cas's eyes grew wide when he saw the man in the bath.
Dean's face grew hotter, as he tried to pull non-existent bubbles over himself. Hell, it worked in the movies...
"Are you…" Cas tread lightly, but Dean was sure he had seen an eyebrow twitch. "...masterbating?"
Angry at what he might have seen, Dean stopped his feeble attempts to hide his anatomy. "Jesus, Cas! Subtlety never was your strong point, was it?"
Castiel blushed this time, and it made Dean feel better and also maybe a tad more horny.
Dean sighed, talking when all he really wanted to do what shut up and and finish his bath. "Yes I was…doing that. And yes, I'll admit, I was thinking of you, okay? You already made your feelings known, I suppose maybe I feel the same way. But it's confusing because it's hard to admit because I'm not gay!"
"Dean, I'm not technically-."
"I know, but that don't make it easier, okay?" Dean sighed, his confused boner continued to make itself known. Castiel appeared to be looking anywhere but the bathtub, poor guy, and it was just adorable to watch. Frankly, Dean had had enough. "Strip, Cas."
"I'm sorry, what?" Dean frowned, and decided to remove Cas' clothes himself. With a quick thought, Cas was naked. He gestured to the bath invitingly, and Castiel looked even more confused than before. Dean gestured again, frustrated at how hard this was getting.
Cas sighed, and, with reluctance, climbed into the bath to accompany the confused former human. Dean leaned forward then, placing his hand where the handprint should go, and Cas shivered despite the heat of the water. "Dean, please. It's hard enough for me without you doing this."
"Relax will you? Don't be such an uptight asshole. This is as weird and new to me as it is for you. But I'm sick of telling myself lies. I care about you, okay? A lot. Quite a lot more than I thought, so I'm just going to try this out. Just letting myself have this. That isn't selfish, is it? Do you want this too?"
"So badly, Dean. Please…" His hand slid down Castiel's arm, floating on the water momentarily, before sinking down into the water. Cas rose up to meet him, his half-hard dick rutting gently against Dean's hand.
He grasped Castiel's dick gently, eliciting a delightfully light sound from deep inside of his chest. Squeezing lightly, Dean trailed feather-light fingers down Castiel's chest with his other hand, while stroking him roughly. Poor Cas, who Dean suspected had never really experienced this kind of thing, must be feeling conflicting touches so intensely. The hint being the glorious moans coming from his mouth.
Castiel's mouth, making all the noise that it was, was so full and pink, Dean couldn't help himself. Keeping his grasp on Castiel, Dean leaned forward, and slipped his fingers into the other angel's mouth, slicking them with saliva. Then Dean pulled his fingers from his own mouth, and slipped them down into the water. Dean's mouth reached Cas' ear, and whispered quietly, "I want you so bad."
"Fuuuck Dean…" He smirked, Castiel never swore. He slipped his fingers inside, and Castiel threw his head back so fast Dean would have feared whiplash in a human. He began to kiss Cas, while moving his fingers in and out, curling them, searching. Instead, what Dean got was an image, a small plug-shaped object, with a jewel on the end, which confused the hell out of him. He stopped stroking Cas, and just as he did, he felt something else hard in his hands.
He pulled away and beheld the plug in his hands.
"Cas, what…?" He blinked, surely he was seeing this wrong. "Are you blushing?"
"Where did you get that? Have you been in my room?" The plug slipped from Dean's hands, splashing them both. Dean's fingers had frozen inside of Cas, and half a second later, Dean realised what the plug was.
"Oh Castiel, you dirty little fuck. That is so hot." His lips crashed into Castiel's, all hope of dignity gone. And who really cared? Fumbling, he searched for the plug, gently pushing Cas up the bathtub, for easier access. His fingers closed around it, and in one swift movement, had positioned it against Cas' hole, nudging ever-so-slightly. Cas' head flew back so fast it was a wonder that he didn't break something.
"Unh… Dean… Please…" Dean smirked. Seeing Cas all hot and bothered and begging had his erection straining. He nudged harder, and felt Castiel just pull it in with his tight muscles. Dean couldn't take it anymore, and took Castiel into his mouth.
Blowing guys wasn't all that bad, Dean reckoned. Almost like eating a banana, or an ice-cream, without the teeth. Then he tasted the beads of pre-cum leaking out of Cas, and that was it, he wanted more of Cas, more of this. One hand moved up and down Castiel's length, the other cupped his balls gently, squeezing and massaging. Dean's mouth worked on licking and sucking anything he could; dick, stomach, balls, whatever Dean could get to fastest.
The noises coming out of Castiel were illegal, that much was sure.
Dean settled on suckling noisily on Cas' dick, holding his hips down firmly. Dean may be an angel now, but having a man thrust his way to the back of the throat was uncomfortable, even without the…
Dean stopped pushing on Cas' hips, and started fiddling with the buttplug instead. Cas bucked heavily, and rather than gagging, Dean just took every inch expertly. A low growl came from somewhere in Dean's chest, and the vibrations must have done something delicious to Cas, because next Dean knew, he was swallowing hot seed, directly down his throat.
"AAaaaahhh fuck Dean." Dean pulled off with an audible 'pop' noise.
"Language, Cas!" He smirked as Cas stared dumbfounded. Kissing Cas gently, he pulled the buttplug out next, causing another groan. As Castiel settled back into the lukewarm water, his knee grazed against Dean's straining erection, and his eyes flicked down.
"Oh, Dean. We never... I should..."
"'S fine, Cas." Dean smiled lazily. But Cas wouldn't take no for an answer, and Dean found himself being awkwardly stroked.
"Please, let me." Dean just shrugged, lay back, and tried to enjoy… whatever this was. He watched as Cas tried to mimic the strokes he'd done earlier, applying pressure in awkward bursts. It was everything Dean could do not to laugh, it was adorable to watch. He took Castiel's hand, and began to guide him gently, groaning quietly to encourage him. Cas grinned, picking up the pace slightly, but with Dean guiding him, it was a lot gentler.
"Ugh, yeah. Like that Cas…"